Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Imagine my fucking surprise when he walked right in like a lost lamb.
A straight lost lamb.
What I didn’t expect was his subtle aggressiveness and hints of submissiveness peeking from beneath the mask of rigorous control that he wears like a second skin.
From the outside looking in, he seems too boring and snobbish and like he could use some drugs. Maybe a mixture of them would help loosen up the layer of asshole wrapped around him.
However, something changed when he was put under pressure—his body trembled and he struggled to hide behind his mask, literally and figuratively.
My dick jumps at the memory of him remaining as still as a statue on my lap. I don’t think he noticed it, but he had both his palms flat on his thighs like a well-behaved prince.
But then he left before I could convince the others to add him to our club. Not that they would’ve agreed, and Jeremy looked fucking horrified when he found out his identity, but oh well. I just wanted to toy with him a little.
Use him against his brother if the shoe fit.
Maybe destroy his fantasies about being straight in the meantime. I’ve never played around with straight men, but this was too tempting to pass up.
Blood rushes to my groin and I mutter, “Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You need help.”
“You need help, Niko.” My cousin Killian brushes past me on the way inside, accompanied by his brother, Gareth, and my best friend, Jeremy.
They must’ve finished school and come back together, which I should’ve probably done as well.
But oh well, I forgot.
Jeremy stops a few inches away from me. He’s an inch shorter than me and definitely the most muscled after yours truly. He’s a few years older, but he’s been my best friend for as long as I remember. I might have pestered him for it, though.
He pushes his dark hair away from his face and narrows his eyes. “Niko, please tell me you weren’t talking to invisible people just now.”
“Of course not. I was having a very frustrating conversation with my dick.”
“That’s even worse.” Gareth shoves my shoulder and chuckles.
My older cousin, twenty-one, is the prince of our little group of mayhem. Slick blond hair, sharp jaw, green eyes like some elf, and fucking dimples. The problem with him is that he’s wiser than should be allowed. It makes him a little boring, just saying.
He’s worlds apart from his younger brother, Kill, who’s my age—dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and possesses the personality of a serial killer. My favorite type of personality. The crazier, the better.
He’s a prick, but at least he’s a prick who doesn’t try to stop me from causing mayhem, and, under certain circumstances, he endorses and encourages it.
“Why would you even talk to your dick?” Jeremy asks, looking half curious, half petrified. Which is pretty much the standard when it comes to me.
“We’re having a difference of opinion. We’ll come to an agreement sooner or later.”
“Or you can take care of that ED we talked about earlier. I can hook you up with one of my professors in the local hospital,” Kill muses as he strolls past me and sits on the sofa, grinning like a fucker who’ll have that Colgate smile smashed when I knock out his fucking teeth.
“If you wanna see my dick again, just say so.” I grab my belt, ready to die on this hill.
Gareth slams his hand on mine, a terrified expression covering his features. “Don’t show us your dick, Niko. Seriously, why do you feel the need to get naked whenever someone mentions your dick? We’re cousins, for fuck’s sake.”
“Well, your brother keeps running his mouth about ED and I want to prove that I don’t have it.”
“We believe you,” Jeremy grunts with obvious displeasure. “Keep that thing in your pants. No one in this room wants to see it.”
“I don’t believe you.” Kill lifts a shoulder as he toys with the remote.
“Kill!” Gareth growls. “Stop encouraging his crazy or he’ll be walking around naked for a couple of days.”
“Good idea.” I snap my fingers at him. “You’re so smart, Gaz.”
His face falls. “Please don’t.”
Killian throws his head back in laughter while Jeremy sighs for the thousandth time since he got here and then sits beside him. His state of bubbling displeasure might have to do with me, but I honest to fuck don’t know what I did or am doing wrong.
“Oh, right!” I snap my fingers again and sit opposite Kill and Jer.
Gareth disappears in the background and I catch a glimpse of him going up the stairs, probably to escape my pending exhibitionism.
But that’s a thought for another time.
“What now?” Kill asks with visible amusement. “You going to tell us a tale about your dick?”
“Tempting, but I’ll have to take a rain check on that. I’ve been thinking.”